OspreyBorne aloft on pinions fair, Above still waters at dawn, Soaring. Master of the summer air, King of harbor skies, Over sand and pebble shores, Sailing. On a cool wind he flies, In the growing morn, With eyes alert and keen, Surveying. From silent cove and shoals forlorn, For home departs, to lofty nest, Sovereign of sea breezes, Winging. Away, for now content to rest.
Very nice! Thank you for sharing.
I could really visualize this. Great work. I used to live in Eastern NC, but being in Phoenix now it’s nice to dwell on ocean scenes.
Love it!